Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.